The massive stone gears of the Registry Deed Tower groaned with terrifying mechanical power as the fifty-story spire rotated on its central axis.
With every complete revolution, giant pneumatic exhaust pipes spewed clouds of black steam, discharging thousands of freshly printed golden eviction writs across the streets below.
"Look at the paper volume cascading from the upper vents," Ava noted, catching a falling parchment in mid-air and reading the glowing script.
"This single writ claims the entire residential sector along Avenue Nine is legally condemned!"
"The machine is attempting to establish legal ownership over every square inch of District Eight before sunset," Vasa analyzed, tracking the tower's power output.
"If the master core completes ten thousand printing cycles, the System will recognize the eviction orders as legally binding municipal law."
"How long do we have before those cycles finish?" Kendra asked, gripping her war hammer with steady hands.
